41. Elyse
CHAPTER 41
Elyse
FITS PERFECTLY
PRESENT
I never knew a shower could be the longest foreplay of my life.
By the time we’re out and Dominic is wrapping me in a towel, I’m frantic. I’ve never felt so worked up and I’ve already orgasmed.
Holding the towel tighter around myself to grab onto something as my sanity crumbles, Dominic’s brown eyes work their way down and back up my body. The towel may as well be nonexistent with how heated his stare is.
His gaze travels the same path it did before, but this time he stops where I’m pressing my legs tightly together. My pussy clenches, the anticipation mounting.
“You’re dry enough. Drop the towel.”
I quirk a brow. “Don’t tell me what to do.” My lips threaten to curve into a smile, betraying any attempt I made at sounding difficult. “And I’m definitely still soaking.”
He gives me a slight head shake, and makes a ticking noise with his tongue. His arms cross, drawing my eyes to his bulging biceps, veins branching, ink shiny from the sheen of moisture still coating his skin. The towel around his waist slips, and drops to the floor, where it gathers at his feet, but he keeps coming toward me, unbothered. My gaze holds on his hardened cock. I lick my lips and swallow deeply.
God, it’s bigger than I remember.
“You’re gonna put an eye out with that thing.”
His head falls back and a barking laugh escapes from his throat. “Jesus Christ, querida mía.”
I swallow hard, trying to force down the giggle bubbling in my chest but it spills out anyways.
It was never like this with anyone else; the ease between us, the way it can be heated and lighthearted. He has me laughing and desperate in the same breath.
“Drop the towel,” he repeats. “I want to look at you.”
The rasp in his voice, the way he’s looking at me with so much intensity, so much dominance. I love it. Dropping the towel, I keep my eyes latched onto his.
Bared before him, a wave of vulnerability creeps in, and my hands move to cross over my chest, an uncharacteristic surge of self-consciousness hitting me.
Before I know it, he's inches away, carefully unraveling my arms. "Nope, none of that. Arms at your sides, where I can see them." He shakes his head, his hand skimming down the side of my waist and leaving a trail of goosebumps in its wake. "Do you have any idea what you do to me?"
I give a small shake of my head, lost in his gaze as his hand travels back up, grazing my breast before taking my nipple between his thumb and forefinger, giving it a slight tug. A needy whimper escapes my lips. I'm coming undone, powerless under his commands, already addicted to the way he strips me of every defense with nothing but his voice and touch.
He nudges his thigh between my legs, the swell of his hard cock brushing against me as he does. “Don't bother squeezing those pretty thighs together when we both know I’m the only one who can give this needy pussy what it craves.” His fingers tease me, barely dipping inside. “Spread ‘em, Ellie girl. Don't make me tell you twice.”
Liquid heat floods through me, turning me into absolute putty, and he smirks, fully aware of the effect he has on me.
"Yes, officer," I manage to whisper, breathlessly.
His chest visibly puffs, his tongue swiping across his bottom lip, eyes brewing with hunger. He likes it.
He dips his head, crowding me with his body as his hot breath fans over my neck. "It's deputy."
I angle my head to meet his stare. “Mmm, doesn’t have the same oomph as officer. I like officer better.”
In an instant, the room spins as Dominic tosses my naked body over his shoulder, a squeal escaping my lips. My wet hair leaves a trail of water as he moves. His long strides eat up the distance to my bedroom, where he deposits me on the bed. In the next motion, he’s crawling over me, settling his body over mine.
Our bodies fit together perfectly, curving to one another like we’ve never been apart.
His weight on mine, hard length pressed to my thigh, his scent everywhere; it’s consuming. I squirm, rolling my hips. “I can’t take it anymore, please Dominic.”
He huffs a laugh. “I love it when you beg, querida mía.”
I spread my thighs to make my point and reach between us, my hand guiding his cock. He nudges forward, barely, before pausing.
I answer the silent question in his eyes. “I’m on birth control, and I haven’t been with anyone…in a while.”
He nods slowly. “Same. And I had a physical recently. All clear.”
A beat passes, our positions held but unmoving.
Dominic caresses my cheek with the pad of his thumb, running it softly down to my jaw as he pushes through my entrance, only the tip, before stopping.
I exhale and it comes out shaky. My body is slowly opening up for him, and my heart is doing the same.
His eyes lock with mine, brows creasing. “Do you want me to stop?” There’s concern and care and so much familiarity it makes my chest ache. I feel alive for the first time in a long time—like I’ve just woken up from the longest slumber.
I shake my head, barely more than a twitch, but he catches it. Of course he does. He always does. My hips lift, taking more of him. “Don’t stop,” I breathe. “Just give me some time to adjust—I’m not used to your size.”
He smirks, resting his forehead against mine as he slides in further. “If I remember correctly, it fits perfectly.”
The snarky reply that was about to leave my lips, escapes me the moment he fills me completely. My head falls back with a moan.
“Ohhh.”
Dominic thrusts beforepulling nearly all the way out, and then coming forward once more, filling me to the hilt.
“So full,” I say through a clenched jaw.
“Fucking right you are.” He adjusts, sitting up straighter, and stares between us. “Fuck, Ellie, you still feel so good, just like I remember. Same tight little pussy, wrapping around me like a glove.” His eyes are wide, mesmerized by our connection as he thrusts in and out of me achingly slow, driving me higher and higher. “I love watching my cock disappear between those pretty pink pussy lips.”
His hands grip the back of my knees, spreading my thighs wider and pressing me harder against the bed, forcing my lower back to lift with each push of his body against mine. He’s so deep, hitting the spot that has my body shaking uncontrollably .
“You’re taking me so well. Look at you—getting used to it.”
“Don’t stop,” I moan. Just when I think my orgasm is going to hit, it keeps rolling, keeps building.
“Never stopping.” He moves harder, more frenzied. “Gotta remind this pussy who it belongs to. You’re going to feel every inch of my cock until you can’t remember anyone but me.”
His possessive jealousy should have me pulling away, but it only makes me clench harder around him. I’m his—I belong to him and I always have. “You own my pussy,” I say between gasps. “It’s always been yours.”
“Right answer Ellie girl. Mine to fuck”— thrust — “mine to fill”— thrust— “mine to make come.”
He smiles down at me wickedly as the most powerful orgasm of my life ripples through me. My lips part, head falling back. I’m possessed as my back curves off the bed, a ringing in my ears dulling even my own cries and whimpers.
In the midst of my orgasm, he moves his hand between my thighs, using his pointer and index fingers to rub steadily at my clit, dragging out my pleasure until the build begins again before I’ve even fully come back to ground.
“Yes, just like that,” I sigh, my hips lifting to meet his touch.
Dominic chuckles, watching me start to come apart again. “I know what my girl likes.”
Fuck, he really does .
He crashes his lips to mine, our bodies molding together as we move in sync, anticipating the other’s needs. A kiss to my neck, where he licks at the spot my pulse races. A palm to his ass, pushing him in even deeper. Hands roaming, lips tracing, a dance that moves like muscle memory. Soon we’re both coming, together. The slapping of our skin mingles with the heaving breaths escaping us, a pandemonium of noise so familiar, yet new all at once.
When it’s over, Dominic rolls off me and we stay silent, save for the sound of our ragged breathing, both staring up at the popcorn ceiling.
“That was—holy fuck I don’t even have words,” he says as he slides his arms around me and drags me against him, nuzzling my neck.
I tuck myself into him like I’ve always belonged in this spot—notched just for me. “It was alright,” I murmur, capturing my bottom lip to keep from giggling.
His arms squeeze around me tighter as he slaps my ass. “Lying brat.” He slaps my ass again, and this time a needy sound claws up my throat and my nipples pebble, brushing against his skin. He notices it immediately and looks down and then back up at my eyes with a knowing smile. “I bet your pussy is already ready for more, even with my cum still running down your thighs.” Before I can protest, his fingers smooth between my legs, dragging the cum that’s leaked, and pushing it back inside me, leaving his fingers sunk. “That’s what I thought.”
I can’t help myself, I’m so needy for him again, and my hips swivel, silently begging.
He indulges me and lazily pumps his fingers, too fast to go unnoticed but too slow for relief.
“Dominic.” I squirm. “Faster.”
When our eyes meet, the corner of his mouth lifts, his eyes hazy with lust. “Think I can still do it?”
I don't need to ask; I know exactly what he's referring to. It's the thought that consumes me whenever I'm alone, imagining his hands, his mouth, bringing me to the edge and beyond. He used to make me squirt, and as much as I’ve tried, I’ve never been able to accomplish it alone.
I roll my hips, challenging him. “Probably not. ”
Rather than argue with words, he lets his actions speak. He pushes two fingers roughly inside me with a deftness that makes my breath hitch, curling them just right. A gasp escapes my lips as he finds that spot, the one that makes my vision blur and my thoughts scatter. His eyes lock onto mine, a silent question in their depths. I bite my lip, refusing to give him the satisfaction of a verbal response, but my body betrays me, arching into his touch, seeking more.
He smirks, leaning in to brush his lips against my ear. “Just for that, I’m going to make this pussy gush like a goddamn waterfall.”
And true to his word, he delivers. I feel completely out of control in the best way—my body entirely his as he draws out every last drop of pleasure. My skin is slick, hair matted, limbs boneless, and my heart so full it might just burst.
He gazes down at me, his smile a mirror of mine. His eyes trace the length of my body, finally landing between my thighs.
“Oh, querida mía, you’re a mess. Let me clean you up…with my tongue.”
“Wake up. ”
“Hmmm,” he hums.
He’s still half-asleep even though I’ve been awake for hours, just staring at him.
My limbs ache, muscles I didn’t even know I had are sore. If I didn’t know better, I’d think I had run a marathon—and in some ways, I guess I did.
Dominic kept true to his promise and fucked me all day long. We have a lot of time to make up for, and hardly made a dent.
His eyes are still closed, but I know he’s awake. I nuzzle his neck and dart my tongue out just a bit, giving him the tiniest lick.
He moans, and it vibrates against my mouth. “Insatiable,” he mutters.
I give him a mock gasp in response. “I was just trying to wake you up, not seduce you.”
Warm hands reach for me, wrapping around my waist and roll me until I’m settled over him, my necklace hanging between us. I squirm, but make no real attempts to actually escape his hold.
“Best sleep I’ve gotten in a long time,” he mumbles into my neck—the small amount of scruff on his face scratches against me.
He mindlessly plays with my hair while I rest my cheek on his chest. “Well, yeah, I’m sure a bed is more comfortable than the couch.”
He laughs. “Ellie, it’s because I got to sleep next to you. Hold you.”
My stomach dips at his admission, and I curl my body to him, snuggling closer. “Oh.” I lift my head to meet his gaze. “That was really sweet.”
He smirks, his hand trailing lazy circles on my lower back. “For you, always. Just don’t tell anyone, I'm not trying to ruin my reputation. I play a really convincing bad cop.”
I laugh, pressing my forehead to his chest for a moment to hide the flush creeping up my cheeks. “I would love to see you play bad cop.” My face heats, imagining being restrained by him.
The look on my face must give me away because he grins. “I handcuffed you once, maybe next time we can have some fun with it.”
I try to scowl but fail. “I still haven’t forgiven you for that.”
He chuckles and then presses a kiss to my forehead. I can’t even attempt to act like I’m angry, never knew I was such a slut for forehead kisses.
“Good. Don’t. I would rather spend a lifetime earning it.”
A whoosh of air exhales past my lips. “That’s a long time.”
One of his hands reaches to cradle my jaw. “Yeah.” His palm smooths over my cheek. “Almost like that’s the plan.”
My heart squeezes as I nuzzle into him. “Do you like it?” I ask cautiously. “Being a deputy?”
“Most of the time,” he says quietly. “Last night was hard.”
I angle my face to meet his eyes. “What happened?”
“Nothing,” he huffs. “I just—I got stuck in my head for a bit. Had to climb my way out.”
He pauses, like he needs a second to gather his thoughts.
“I started on patrol in L.A. Not the best neighborhood. There was this kid who used to hang around. Good kid. Didn’t get a lot of attention at home, so I’d keep an eye out for him. Bought him lunch a few times. Nothing major—just small stuff.”
I nod, even though he’s not really looking at me.
“He got older. I got transferred, working my way toward detective. We lost touch.” He swallows roughly. “That night, at the convenience store…”
He looks at me then, eyes distant.
“It was him. He recognized me. And he still pulled the trigger.”
I don’t breathe. I can’t.
“I was so stunned I froze. I didn’t even reach for my weapon. I just stood there. Long enough for him to take the shot.”
He pauses again, sifting through the memory.
“He ended up in juvie, and somehow got his hands on a phone, and managed to find me online. He sent me a message.”
My eyes widen. “What did it say?”
A bitter laugh escapes him. “I don’t know. I haven’t opened it yet. I don’t know if I want to. But last night, the scene just reminded me of that day and it’s not a day I like to think about. Those are the moments that break you a little—make you question why you do the job in the first place. I think my faith in the goodness of people took a big hit after that. I can see why some of the older guys are so jaded.” His thumb brushes softly over mine. “But coming home to you was exactly what I needed. And everything else that followed was more than I could’ve ever hoped for you.”
I smile against him and melt just a little. “It was everything for me. I don’t have any regrets, I promise. But I think we should go slow with this—with us.”
“No,” he shakes his head. “We’re not going slow, querida mía.”
I still, staring back at him with my brow raised. “Dominic?—”
“Don’t do that. Don’t run away from us. There’s no sense in going slow when I already know you’re the one. I’ll give you time to wrap your beautiful, brilliant mind around it, but make no mistake, every future plan I have has you at the center.”
“But we’ve barely just—it’s too soon to talk like this.”
He scoffs, tossing his head back in laugh. “Too soon? More like almost too late. Were you not listening to what I said? I came back for you . I’m here for you .”
“We can’t just skip all the steps. We don’t know each other like we used to. We need to start over.”
“I’ve seen what I needed to see. I’ve already decided, Ellie girl. It’s time for you to catch up.”
“This is crazy! ”
He pulls me tighter against him. “You know what’s actually crazy? That we’ve been living apart for ten years. I’ve wanted to marry you since I was seven years old. Do you really think I’m going to waste more time? Fuck that, time is up.”
My heart begins to race uncontrollably. “I—I don’t know what to say. You just threw so much at me, it’s a lot to process.”
His thumb glides across my bottom lip, his brown eyes staring deeply into mine. “I’m not proposing right this second. We’re not making any decisions, but just know that it’s coming.”
I turn my chin, breaking eye contact, too overwhelmed by it all.
But he doesn’t let me get away. Gently, he brings me back to face him. “Talk to me.”
“I’m scared.” The words tumble out like a hiss.
He stares back at me, patiently waiting for me to elaborate.
“I’m scared of relying on you too much. Of losing myself, of needing you to function.”
They’re things I never admitted out loud. And what I was never able to communicate to him when we were younger.
The tension in his body hardens as his grip on me loosens. “Is that why?” His question is quiet, almost a whisper.
I nod slowly, darting my eyes away because I can’t handle looking into them and seeing the hurt so clearly looking back at me. Hurt that I caused.
“Part of it,” I admit. “I was so codependent on you I didn’t even know who I was anymore. And you weren’t. You were fine without me.”
“What the fuck do you mean I was fine? I wasn’t fine. I hated being apart from you. Holy shit,” he breathes, anger vibrating off him. He starts to move and I think he’s going to stand and leave, but instead he turns us, pinning me beneath him.
When I finally meet his gaze, I realize I was wrong. It’s not anger, it’s sadness.
“Is that why you broke up with me? Because you thought I was fine without you? And because you weren’t? Why didn’t you talk to me?” he’s voice rises with each question. “Please don’t tell me a simple conversation would’ve saved us years of having to live without each other.”
I have no choice but to look at him, I can’t hide. Not anymore.
“There’s something I need to tell you. There’s more.”